Chapter 3: Steph - Has My Big-ass Ship Come In?

It didn’t take long for Steph to figure out that Linc was a genius. All the other geniuses in the group she called the ‘nerd-herd’ deferred to him.

The twenty grand that Schein Pharmaceutical paid her for the secrets she maneuvered out of Brad was almost gone already. She let them off with too good a bargain. The next sale needed to be six figures.

Her fake interest in Brad was tied to advancing her career by helping make her look more intelligent than she was to her supervisors, or finding secrets she could sell. A ‘doggie-style’ 25 seconds with Brad in the supply closet was worth the payday from Schein. She knew Brad had a ‘walking-wet-dream level crush’ on her. He craved her attention. When she faked any morsel of interest in him, he became putty in her hands. His puny little tent and wet spot in the front of his khakis were always dead giveaways. She easily hid the fact that she was completely repulsed by him. Steph saw that Brad was a close friend of Linc’s. She decided to control her need to barf and convinced her puppet to help her get to know Linc.

“Hey, Brad?” Steph asked with a slippery sweet voice. “I saw you had lunch with that new guy?”

“My friend, Linc?” Brad struggled to speak without sounding like some drooling fool, except he felt like a drooling fool with women.

“What’s his story, Baby? He looks like a nice guy.”

“He is. A real brain. Smartest guy I ever met. I don’t understand half of what he works on.”

“Come on, Brad. You’re super smart—and kinda cute too!”

Steph noticed the tell-tale wet spot.

“Nah. Not like Linc.”

“So if he’s a contract guy and that smart, he must make a lot of bucks.”

“I don’t know, but he doesn’t need to.”

Steph’s ears perked up. “Why? Is he rich or something?”

“Shoot. I’m not supposed to say.”

“Say what? You can tell me anything, Brad. It’s safe with me.”

She leaned into his side and placed her palm on the front of his hip disgustingly close to his tiny soldier, and the little tent grew to its maximum. She estimated four-and-a-half inches. Max.

“Okay, but don’t tell anyone. He’s the last of the Addington’s. He’s got mega millions—maybe even billions. I think he only works because it’s fun and his brain needs the stimulation.”

It was too much for Steph to resist. Her imagination ran wild. New dreams formed as fast as her brain could work. Images danced in her head of luxury, travel, jewelry, vacation houses all over the world, yachts, and every imaginable extravagance.

Once she knew of Linc’s wealth, Steph decided to make plans to get her hands on some—or maybe all of it. Selling secrets was small potatoes to what she envisioned. Linc was the prize and he looked like an easy target. Brad now was barely worthy of her attention. Linc became the goal.

She could hardly contain her joy! Who cares about the casualties—she was the only one that mattered. But there was someone she thought could help her make it all work, and she decided to text him to start the ball rolling.

[Steph] Baby. My place at 6. Big news and a BJ!

[Paul] Oh yeah! See you at 6.

Paul was Steph’s primary sex-buddy. But if money was no problem, hitting the sheets every night with Paul could be a good life. Once that thought crossed her brain, she decided to pull him into her scheme.

Paul arrived a little late. Steph locked lips with him, then went to her knees to lock them on something else.

“Damn, Babe. You can welcome me that way anytime!”

“My pleasure! I was so in the mood for some Paul sauce.”

“What’s got you in such a great mood?”

“Zip, sit, and listen up.” Paul complied quickly. “Look, if money was no problem, what would it mean to us—you know—you and me?”

“Damn! I guess we could get a big place and screw for the next 50 years. Did you hit the lottery or something?”

“No, but maybe better.”

“You’re kidding! What?”

“How would you like to help me figure out how to get a particular rich nerd to marry me, so I can dump him for half a fortune?”

Paul and Steph excitedly spent the night hatching a plan. One downside—they’d have to avoid each other for the most part to avoid being seen and mess things up. The other downside Paul wouldn’t have known about—she’d have to have sex with total dork who was probably still a virgin. Sex, even bad sex was okay with her, but she’d have to do it in the dark and imagine Paul so she didn’t puke. Steph and Paul weren’t exclusive, so up until now, he didn’t care if she went down on a football team. But with the pot of gold at the end of this scheme, he’d pretend it was all a rainbow.